Watch You EatUnderstand that a speaker of verse needs and deserves to be angry no less to be in love.Your continued distances have enraged my hungers long enough, I wish to project and reflect. How I curse the day God didn't let me the talent to cook because I want to see you eat. Come here by me, have a seat and let me order you some dinner. Let it be something chewy in creamed spinach, let it be stringy pasta with tomatoes I want it to tear apart, hang and stream over your chin, down your neck. I want to see your mouth open long and far,
show me some tongue, it's so sweet I want to see your face give that impression of bloating.
Bow your head and make it look like suffocation. Let me hear your murmurs, coos and giggles and, remember to keep meeting eyes with me. . . . Could you get a breath enough to speak through the food to me? Maybe let a little something fall out? Don't try to stop it, let it tumble onto you. . . . Can I order you some take-out I'm so tempted